Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Dirty Potatoes

To hell with good intentions. I'm tired of scrubbing dirty potatoes. Everything feels numb and achy when you try for too long under cold water. You can try and shake the feeling back into your hands, but the numbness returns, no? You can't stop - you know you have to finish the pile building up next to the sink. If you neglect this duty placed upon you, what are you left with...? A whole stinking pile of dirty, muddy potatoes. Inedible, bound to sprout and turn poisonous. I need a hot bath break.



Aye, potatoes are a metaphor. Genius.

End Rant.

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